Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 18:30:00 -0400
From: trunk moose
Subject: Dad's Help

My Dad was 6'3", 240 or so, and a real jock- he had played pro ball for a
couple of years and constantly was in one game or another, football,
basketball, he even played polo just to wack a ball around.

I, on the other hand, was a bookworm. I liked sports, soccer, tennis and I
was built, at 11 or 12, like a fullback but I was never gonna be the sports
prodigy my Dad was.

We lived in different circles , although we both loved each other, until I
started going away to school. The 3 hour drive to school gave us some time
to hang out, and even though I couldn't bring myself to ask him about sex
at home. the questions started to pour out during our drives.

Somehow, by the Thanksgiving holidays of my sophomore year, we had reached
the point where my questions would lead Dad to recount his sexual exploits,
which, as a horny, handsome jock,he had a lot of. The last couple of drives
I had slid over from the front seat to the back, still talking to Dad, and
jerked off, not saying a word about what I was doing, but my grunts and the
sound of my dripping dick didn't hide much. He had mentioned that the guys
in the factory brought porno to work, and I nagged him about getting me
some. About halfway home he mentioned he had grabbed some and that it was
in the glove compartment. I jumped at the chance to see it, and though I
now know it was pretty cheesy, I had a rock hard boner reading the fuck
stories and looking at the pussy. My Dad just chuckled at my heavy
breathing and said, "That horny shit used to hit me the same way, back when
I was 14."

"Dad, I gotta jerk off, my cock's about to cum."

" Listen, Mike, I can tell you're getting there, but hold off if you can,
let it out to breathe if that'll help, but we're almost back home."

It felt weird but good, a real relief, when I unzipped my jeans and slid
and my underpants down to my thighs. We were still about 30 minutes from
home, and my stubby 5 incher kept jerking up and down, drolling precum onto
my balls. While my dick wasn't that big I guess my balls were pretty chunky
for a kid, holding my stiffy out in the air.

My Dad glanced over, "That's a pretty solid piece of meat you're packing,
bud."

I had seen my Dad naked more than a few times, we practically lived in the
gyms, but I'd never gotten the nerve to ask him why he wasn't cut.

"Uh, Dad, I kinda of..."

"Yeah, I wuz wondering when you'd ask- I got a skin and you don't."

"Well, yeah, for a couple of years I thought mine was different, but now
you're the only guy I know with.."

"With a foreskin, yeah, well I'm Polish and proud of it, and beside, it
given me a whole lotta pleasure over the years, sliding this skin over the
top and back."

" Dad, do you still jerk off?"

" Shit, kid, your Mom is 8 months pregnant, I couldn't last forever, that's
really why I got that porno there from work."

At this point I didn't know what to do, my cock had jerked around for a
while, dripping slime, but I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that my
husky Dad still grabbed his dick. I was giving in to the urge to cum,
reaching for my shlong, when Dad said, "Listen, if you are really curious,
why don.t we swing by the gym on the way home, and while I take a shower
you can see how this skin of mine works? I'm pretty stinky from work and
the drive."

Being the Coach, Dad had keys to the school gym, and about ten minutes
later we pulled into the parking lot.The building was dark but we flipped
on lights as we headed for his office and the showers. I had crammed my
hard-on into my jeans for the walk but as soon as we got to his office, we
both started to strip off.

Now, in the past, I had caught glimpses of my Dad naked, showering and
changing in the gym, skinny-dipping on camping trips and getting in and out
if the shower at home, but this was way different. He was leaning on his
desk, taking off his shoes, his jock and sweats already on the floor, and I
was so close I could smell his yeasty funk.

" Still got that boner, huh, I sure wish I could still keep it up like
that."

"Dad, why's your dick got that smell?"

" Pretty funky, huh, after a long day. Well, that's one of the good things
about you being cut, you don't hafta clean this cheese out all the time."
And he slid back the fleshy cowl around his cock and fingered out the
smegma.

" Well, bud, this a good time to hit the showers, your Mom's gonna wonder
where we've got to."

We both turned on a couple of the showers and waited for the hot water to
steam the place up.

"You look like you got a goddamn plum stuck on your dick, kid.

You better give that big boy some relief before you do some permanent
damage"

I looked down and saw that Dad was right, I don't think my cock had ever
been so hard, so straining to cum.

" But Dad, what about you? And I kinda wanted to feel what a foreskin felt
like."

" Shit, I can't have you feeling me up." But as we both soaped up I could
see his dick getting longer and thicker.

I didn't say anything but I moved closer. He was taller than. me but, even
at 14, I was thicker, wider. Dad just stood there while I reached out,
cupping his massive hairy balls while the soap ran off 'em and his
crotch. He just groaned, kind of a long sigh.

"You're real big, Dad"

"Mike, man, this isn't right but its been so long."

His shlong went from a thick semi to a throbbing 7 incher in seconds, the
prepuce dripping over my fist with slime. At this point I was rocking my
hips back and forth, my dick taking over.

Dad reached one arm over my shoulder, pulling us even closer.

I took one thumb and smudged away the remains of his headcheese from his
pulsating cockhead.

"Son, if you're as ready as I am, let's see some cum."

He grasped my cock at the root, gripping it and sliding up hard.

SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!

My head wacked foward onto his shoulder, my cum covering the hand I had on
his dick, covering his bush and balls, and I was snorting and gasping as
the hot water covered us.

"Mike, uh.."

I came to enough to take the dripping cum on my hand and squeegee it up and
down Dad's dick.I was working it, ten or twelve long strokes, and I must
been looking up close cuz Dad said, "Son, you might want to back up-UGGGH!
FUCK!"

What a sight, I had been gripping that foreskin so that it slid up,
slippery and cummy, over the fat head of his cock, and on the last
downstroke the cum shot out, hitting his chin, with the next few shots
landind on my chest. Dad hung my shoulders for a second, then reached up
and smeared his cum over my pecs.

"Damn, you're getting big."

We both stood under the hot water for a while, silent, our dicks reddened,
thickened, quiet.

I knew we had a lot more to talk about.